Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... he felt a surge of primal satisfaction ripple through his being. The scratches she etched upon his skin ignited a dormant animalistic instinct within him, heightening his senses and awakening the fierce strength that defined him as a Witcher.

With every thrust of his body, Geralt moved with precision and power that only a mutated warrior could possess. The water surrounding them became a tempest of desire, their bodies locked in a passionate dance that merged pleasure and primal need. He relished in the intoxicating symphony of Yennefer's moans and cries of pleasure.

She arched her back, her voice filled with urgency. "Ohh, I need you, Geralt. Ah, deeper... faster," she pleaded, her voice quivering with anticipation. Their bodies moved in unison, the water responded to their fervor, cascading in rippling waves that mirrored the intensity of their union.

As their bodies moved together, she couldn't help but cry out, her voice a symphony of ecstasy. "Oh, Geralt," she moaned, "please, give me your seed... Ahh-ahh, I'm so close."

As the waves of pleasure surged through Yennefer's body, her senses became heightened, and a delicious tremor coursed through her being. Yennefer's body convulsed with pleasure, sending tremors through the water, a visual manifestation of her powerful release and the sheer ecstasy she experienced.

With each quivering release, her moans transformed into blissful exhalations. "Mmm... Ahh... Ohh... Yesss…now Gerald, release your seed into me… ...

... please!" she panted, her voice a symphony of satisfaction. Yennefer felt release after release, as if the confines of her body were momentarily shattered rolling into a series of pleasurable orgasms. She surrendered to the powerful forces of desire that consumed her.

As she descended from her orgasmic peak, her moans softened into gentle sighs, mingling with the heavy breaths that filled the room.

In the aftermath of her convulsions, Yennefer basked in the serene stillness that followed. The water settled, the ripples subsiding, and she found herself embraced by a profound sense of fulfillment.

“Why, Geralt, why didn’t you give me what I begged for?” She asks, crestfallen at the betrayal. “You told me you would pay any price.”

“You looked satisfied. Why do you need my cum so badly?” he replied, not clearly understanding the agreement.

With a delicate touch of vulnerability, Yennefer confessed her deepest desire to Geralt. She spoke of her inability to bear children, a curse that had haunted her for far too long. She suggested that maybe, just maybe, the seed of a Witcher—a being whose body had been altered by chaos—could hold the key to her fertility.

He looked at her, saddened by her sincere story. “Yen, the world doesn’t need another me in it. Are you sure you want my seed? I have done some horrible things for coin, I am not sure I can be the father you want me to be.”

“I don’t need a father, I need a donor. I need to know if it is possible.” She said, ...